A little stuffed duck. Yellow fur, orange feet and beak. Pink Easter bunny ears. It was Maya’s. I picked it out for her Easter basket. She loved it. She would try to chew on the bow around its neck. Now I can’t let it go. I carry it with me everywhere, even in public. I hold onto its little arm in the store. It sits next to me on the couch when I watch tv. I even hold it when I sleep. It’s getting dirty from constantly being in my hands. But I can’t get rid of it. I don’t know what I would even do with it. Put it in a box somewhere? That just seems cold. But I can’t carry a stuffed duck around with me forever. Right? I just feel like when I put it away, she won’t be with me anymore. I won’t have a little thing to hold or kiss when I miss her. And that scares me.